not night

■I am still waiting for you at the same place, but you have forgotten that you have been here. There is no fate of separation and aging in this world, only a heart that is willing to love and unwilling to love. —— Xi Murong

12.30

A small living room of 85 square meters, a reassuring size

Chu Mosheng sat down against the sofa, suffering from an unbearable headache.

He staggered into the room, his fingers trembling violently, and the small wardrobe was turned into a mess in a few seconds. A small pocket medicine box fell to the ground together with other clothes, and all kinds of medicines were scattered. all over the place.

Chu Mosheng almost thought that he would not be able to grasp the painkiller, but he grabbed it anyway and stuffed it into his mouth forcefully, biting the slightly bitter pill with his teeth in a disorderly manner.

The headache gradually disappeared, Chu Mosheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, sat down next to the floor, and no longer suppressed her panting.

At 12.30, Ji Ke will be back at night.

The calendar in his hand said so. Chu Mosheng has nine such calendars, and all of them are Ji Ke's approximate daily itinerary.

I was afraid that I would lose Ji Ke at a certain moment, saying that I was afraid of losing Ji Ke, but actually I was afraid that Ji Ke would lose my own existence.

Since when did this feeling of worrying about gain and loss cease to exist?

The phone seemed to ring, it was Jewel's "stay here forever", it rang over and over again in the empty room.Chu Mosheng was almost lost in the song, and only after the ringing stopped did she suddenly remember to answer the phone.

"At three o'clock in the morning, the suburban airport, come to pick up the plane." Ji Ke's voice was still cold, and he hung up the phone after speaking.

This is the current Ji Ke, who only asks about things related to himself.

Chu Mersheng squatted down, hugging her knees tightly.

The cold always comes so unexpectedly.

"Brother Mosheng, Ah Ke and I are going on a trip, take care of yourself and don't catch a cold. Staying up all night is not good for your health." Mu Zichu handed the brewed coffee to Chu Mosheng, feeling distressed Touched his shoulder.

Mu Zichu is the same as he was ten years ago, ignorant of world affairs, innocent and innocent.

The manager who took the contract to renew it four days ago said the same thing, and almost everyone told him not to stay up late.

But no one understands the feeling of being alone in bed with two people, surrounded by cold air.Such thick and viscous night can almost swallow everyone's beating heart.

"I'm sorry, I don't plan to renew the contract. The little agent with the same surname in the company before was very capable and could take over Ji Ke for me." It was Ji Ke, not A Ke.

Chu Mosheng was very tired, already tired of endless nights alone.

Those embracing nights were reduced to ashes in the last flame called collapse.

We can't go back...Ji Ke...A Ke...

It hurts a lot, and the desire to get rid of that person named Ji Ke is clamoring over and over again.

Chu Mosheng was facing the sink, blood poured out of his stomach uncontrollably, stomach acid mixed with blood, and was washed into the sewer together with fine pieces of meat.

Everything resumed again, and there was no sound.

Chu Mersheng raised a pale and feeble smile.

The hunger of an empty stomach swept over him. Holding a few packs of biscuits, he curled up in the corner, his fingers slowly tearing apart a large stack of yellowed paper in front of him.

Killing my 18-year-old years with my own hands...

Chu Mosheng chewed the dry biscuits, a dry bloodstain remained on the side of her pale lips.

Ji Ke's clothes are neatly stored in the box he once used to store his youth, together with Ji Ke's poor daily utensils.

Without Ji Ke's things, this small rental house looks even more empty.

At two o'clock in the morning, Chu Mosheng wrapped her coat tightly and got on the car to the outskirts of the city.

The sky outside the car window was very dark and yet very white. The snow that fell the night before had not disappeared completely, and the devastated construction site was covered layer by layer.

Chu Mosheng stared at the ever-changing scenery outside the window.

The last time he went out so late was when Ji Ke got drunk on a social occasion, and the last time Ji Ke fainted on the stage.Chu Mosheng remembered every time, but forgot what was the first time?

The suburban airport has arrived.

Chu Mosheng got out of the car, and the bitter wind blew into his heart one by one, but his face hurt. There were only a few people in the huge waiting hall, and it seemed that they were all here to pick up the plane.

Time passed by slowly, and Chu Mosheng stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, trying to see something from the clear night sky.

It's a pity that there is only one piece of blackness, and only one piece of blackness.Only a little bit of dazzling light remained in the small area near the sky, which seemed to be the salvation of the gods... My stomach was churning again.

When Chu Mosheng bought the third cup of coffee for herself, the dazzling incandescent light stimulated her blurred vision, and Chu Mosheng rushed into the toilet almost regardless of her image, her vision was blackened in circles.

A little filth and more blood spilled out between the fingers that were tightly covering their mouths.Chu Mosheng couldn't restrain the speed at which he vomited blood at all, more and more blood gushed out, even though he tried his best to swallow it back.

The entire sink was stained red with blood, and the scarlet color replaced the original whiteness.

The phone rang, and Chu Mersheng wanted to reach out to answer it, but his abdomen rolled even more violently, and blood spurted out of his mouth like he didn't want money.

With a splitting headache, Chu Mosheng even thought he was going to die, and the hematemesis, which was almost self-harm, stopped again, just at the moment when Mu Zichu came in.

Fate really loves to play tricks on people.

Chu Mosheng took a sip of water, rinsed his bloody mouth, and skillfully restored the sink to its original state.The phone started ringing again, and this time he still didn't answer.

"Brother Mo Sheng... are you alright..." Mu Zichu came back to his senses, his eyes were red instantly, he was a little incoherent, even the words trembled slightly. "I, I'll let Ake take you to the hospital, you... your illness will definitely recover!"

"Can you act?" Chu Mosheng didn't answer, but just took out a bigger dress from his backpack and put it on to cover up the scattered bloodstains.

"Zichu, I will go to the hospital, but not now. You didn't see anything, okay?" Chu Mosheng's voice was very hoarse, with a hint of begging.

"Brother Mo Sheng, if you continue like this, you will die!" Mu Zichu's voice was mixed with tears.

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